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Kirby & Friends(minus the Kirby cause I somehow forgot him)
Two Time
Mmm gotta take a test tomorrow I should probably study
knight
Might as well draw the knight with Halloween colors lol
Toaster bath bomb‼️‼️‼️
Death of a legendary warrior
Has Morpho ever booped Serjo's nose before
All the time, when they were children!
And as adults ~
And even in undeath ~
Every time I see this beautiful piece of art, I can't help but hear "Baby Mine" from Dumbo. Just imagine Morpho singing this to Galacta in this moment 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I love your parental Morpho content! I'm unfamiliar with your blog so I apologize if this has been asked before, but what does Morpho absorbing Galacta Knight mean in your canon/lore?
Temporary Asylum
One became two, then two finally became one
for the love of God thanks for this story... now my pussy is more anxious than before
•𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆•
Title: To worship a king.
Pairing: Dream of the Endless x fem!dream!reader.
Word count: 8003.
Warnings: Smut(18+ only - minors don’t interact) Oral (Male and fem receiving) unprotected sex(Remember to be safe!) Hair pulling, mentions of throat fucking, a little bit of angst and fluff.
Summary: You were Morpheus’ greatest creation and then you strayed from your purpose. You’re separated for a century and suddenly anger makes way for something else.
Author’s note: My first smut!!! Please tell me what you all think and if I should do more! I hope you enjoy and remember the gif isn’t mine!!!
•𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆•
18+ Only. Minors do not interact!
You were lustful, Morpheus had made you that way.
He made you for the dreamers that dreamt of fantasies so intimate or seemingly impossible that they could only live them within their sleep. He made you to be passionate, sensual and intense. He made you with the ability to see one's wants and pleasures.
You were lustful and you were content with that knowledge. You enjoyed travelling through dreams and partaking in the pleasure humans felt so strongly, you enjoyed the euphoria and ecstasy of sex.
In the beginning, anyway.
You adored being able to pick up only any wants and desires, you relished in your experience and you prided yourself in the way you would leave dreamers gasping and missing some foreign touch when they woke.
But you soon realised lust and love were two sides of the same coin.
Especially when you discovered you were in love with your creator, your king, Morpheus.
It was a slow process. You doubted you would have figured it out if you hadn't watched those who dreamed of love, an entirely different intimacy than you were used to. You saw their dreams of lovers and crushes and with sly words from a certain golden-eyed being, you realised you acted much the same.
You always longed to be beside your king, to impress him and have him look at you with those proud eyes. You wanted him to tell you things only you knew. You wanted to know his mind and body in a way no one else did. You wanted him to love in a way no one else did.
Though, of course, you knew your feelings were foolish. Unrequited was the word.
You were just his creation, after all.
So you silently stood by as your king took other lovers, Nada and Calliope for example, and you stood by his side as all of those relationships ended in tragedy. You never said a word, hiding away your jealousy so deep that he could never sense it.
It went that way for centuries, millennia, aeons.
You thought your feelings would crumble, how terribly wrong you were.
They only grew and grew and your longed and longed. You just wanted him to look at you, stare into your soul and make his home there. You just wanted to be loved the way that mortals were loved.
Was that so much to ask?"
At some point, it had begun to get too much and you took to avoiding your master whenever you could, biting your tongue when you were forced to be beside him.
You just wanted affection.
The type mortals had when they danced under the stars and kissed on their wedding days. You wanted to be loved unconditionally, to have someone stand by your side just as you had done with Morpheus all this time.
And with some words from another one of Dream's proudest creations - The Corinthian- who also wanted to experience humanity. You decided you would.
You needed to.
You would break if you didn't.
It had worked for the first six months. You had met a charming human by the name of James Calton and you were taken by him in an instant. He was kind and thoughtful and pushed Morpheus to the very back of your mind.
It was wonderful, he treated you like a queen, kissed you tenderly, and always wrapped an arm around you when you laid in bed together, bare and peaceful.
You were in bliss.
And then it all came crashing down.
You had been skilful in your secrecy, telling your king you were needed by some other dreamfolk but never specifying who. You made sure to run errands and do chores to make it seem truthful, deepening the lie.
Then one fateful day, Morpheus had decided to change his schedule -something you always worked around - and went to library, where you said you were working. He couldn't find you, so naturally he asked Lucienne and she said you weren't there. He went to find you.
You had been seeing James off to work.
"I'll see you later, dear," You smiled sweetly, the ribbon he had tried in your hair whipping in the wind.
"Aren't you forgetting something?"James grinned softly, patting his lips.
You laughed, blissfully unaware as you pressed your lips to his, relishing in contentment. This is what love was.
"Goodbye, my love," He hummed gently, slipping into his car and driving off.
Then, you turned.
And your heart stopped.
Morpheus was standing a little ways behind you, face darker than you'd ever seen it. He was furious, enraged, it burned in his eyes, searing. He took a step closer and you knew your punishment was imminent.
You ran.
You knew it would only make him angrier but you were terrified, you didn't want to die. You didn't want to be banished into the darkness, or thrown into hell like Nada.
The shadows distorted.
You sprinted as fast as you could, heart thundering, chest heaving.
You darted around a corner but he was already waiting for you.
A cry was wretched from your lips.
A flurry of sand surrounded you like chains, tethering you to your excution. You knew he was taking you back to the Dreaming. You would never see James again.
It was worth it, you couldn't help but think, at least you knew what love felt like.
When the cutting sand cleared you were in the throne room. Morpheus stood before the steps leading to his throne, eyes glitning, demanding you got your knees and begged for mercy.
You clenched your hands as his pericing glare snatched onto your skin, burning. You tightened your jaw, you would not speak first, you refused.
You didn't need to.
Morpheus glared at you, voice harmfully sharp, "Prancing around with humans?"
You flinched at his condescending lily, waiting for him to continue.
He did, "Why?" His voice was brutal and you remained silent, "Answer me."
You could not resist his imposing command, "I..."
He glared, stepping closer, "You what?"
You shuddered, taking a deep breath as you forced yourself to meet his eyes, "I wanted to know what love was like."
His nostrils flared, and his eyes narrowed into slits, darkening monsterously. He spoke slowly, danger rippling in his voice, "Love? You wanted to know what love was like? You are a creature of lust and lust only."
It was your turn to glare, "Why can't I be more!? Why can't I be allowed to love and want affection!? To wake up to someone every day!? To spend the rest of my life with someone who shippers to my soul!? Why am I not allowed to be something more than lust!?"
You were screaming now, breath ragged as you stepped forward, almost chest to chest with Dream, finger pointed, glower painted across your face.
You had already dug your grave, why not make it deeper?
"Come on, Dream King, answer me that," You hissed, barely realising how close you were.
Morpheus glowered down at you, words coming out as a snarl, "Remember your place."
"My place!?" You barked a rueful laugh, "My place has been beside you since the beginning! I was created before this realm! I have been with you through it all, not only have I doubted you or left your side, entirely loyal! And you want me to remember my place!?"
Tears were beginning to spring to your eyes.
Remember your place.
No, you refused to accept that, "I have stood next to you through all of your desicions and you will not allow me the joy of love!?"
"How dare you?" He snarled, "The joy of love? You know nothing of love, y/n."
You huffed, "Oh, really, Dream King?"
You draped to step closer, chest flush against his, faces mere inches apart. His breath fanned your face, and god's, how you had imagined being this close to him.
He did say anything, rage flaring furiously.
Grabbing his hand, you pressed it to your chest, where your heat beat erratically. You were far too gone now, might as well finally tell the truth.
You breathed, chest heaving harshly, "You created me. I am as connected to you as you are me. Can you feel it? The way I burn for every part of you."
His eyes flickered down to your chest, fixated on where his hand was pressed against it, feeling the intensity of your emotions. The longing, the desire, the passion and the love.
He clenched his jaw, wrenching his hand away as he forced out the word, "No."
Few could understand the Dream King's emotions and you were one of them.
"Liar," You spit.
And then you did the stupidest thing you had ever done.
You kissed Dream of the Endless.
You yanked him down by his coat, pressing your lips to his. Passionate was an understatement. His lips were soft, tasting faintly of berries and you found yourself wondering what the rest of him tasted like.
If this was your last moment, you were glad you finally knew what it was like to kiss him.
You expected him to push you away and banish you into the darkness.
Instead, he gripped your jaw, pressing your lips closer to his. His pace was bruising, the intensity of his kiss was burning. It was delicious and you welcomed the heat without hesitation.
You pressed closer still, groaning into the kiss when his other hand came to clutch at your neck. It kept you in the position he wanted as he slotted his leg between yours, something hard pressing against you.
A gasp.
You felt him smirk against your lips as he jutted his leg again, smug bastard.
His kiss made you dizzy with desire, intoxicated you. Dream consumed you in everything that he was, his bruising passion, his relentless onslaught of hypnotic kisses, his teasing brutality as he bit your lip.
Shit, why had you waited so long to do this.
Finally, he seemed to realise what he was doing and halted. His eyes were wide, pupils blown as gasped for are. His grip on your jaw and neck didn't loosen, in fact, they tightened deliciously.
Your chest heaved in time with his.
The words slipped from your tounge, "Are you sure you don't feel it, Morpheus?"
His eyes ignited and you knew his earlier rage just flickered back to life.
Never challenge Dream of the Endless.
But you refused to let him have the last word, even if meant furthering his anger.
So, you snapped forward, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling away.
There was a sway in your hips as you turned, sauntering toward the imposing doors, lips bruised and blushing. Smugness filled your veins as the king made no move to stop you, still in shock.
You relished in it. Someone had rendered Dream of the Endless silent for the first time. You grinned in pride.
Once you reache the doors you allowe dyour head to turn to look over your shoulders.
A smirk teased at your lips, words sharp and taunting, "No one else will be able to compare with me, Morpheus. No one."
And then you slipped away, leaving Morpheus wanting and arouses.
No one wounded the Dream King's pride and got away with it.
You knew that all too well.
Merely having delayed your punishment, you relished in your last moments of freedom because you knew once Dream got back with The Corinthian he would end you with ease.
But he never came back.
He and Jessamy went silent. You could only faintly sense her but it was like she could not sense you at all, the ability to travel through realms somehow ripped away from her. There was nothing you could do, you didn't know where she was.
The Dream weakened without it's master, walls began to crumble and everyone began to wither, their creator no longer fueling them with his power. Soon it fell to Lucienne and you to command the Dreaming, as best you could.
Neither of you gave up, search parties were sent out. Saint's, you had even tried to find Death and ask for her help. Nothing worked. And ten years into it, you felt it.
Jessamy had died.
That was when most gave up, if one of Dream's most trusted companions was dead then he was far beyond any sort of reach.
Then, with no one to control them, the nightmares ran rampant.
Some had run to Delirum's realm, she did love dreams, after all. Others went to Asgard or the Fae realm. Lots fled to the Waking World and you went with them.
You were terrified they would be harmed, unknowing of humanity's violence and the other creatures that roamed. You helped them settle, protected them and taught them, you spent most of your time doing it.
Perhaps as a distraction, the Dreaming was falling to pieces and there was nothing you could do. The truth of that fact settled in the day you had gone to visit your dear friend and she ran into your arms, sniffling.
Her library was gone.
It remained that way for over a century. Then, one day, there was a title on a newspaper that made you freeze.
Sleeping beauty wakes up.
The King was back.
And most ran back to the Dreaming without hesitation. Yes, they had grown comfortable in the Waking World but they had to hide who they really were. The Dreaminf was home and the thought of home was wonderful.
One dream, Daphe, had said to come with them, that once Dream had heard of how you helped them and protected them he would spare you. You laughed and shook your head.
You were going to be punished for involving yourself with humans. You were going to stay here until the end, head held high and true to your desire for love.
You were going to die so why not go out with a bang?
Literally.
You spent almost every night this month at a different night club, taking different people home, sometimes multiple at once. You were being what Dream had made you to be, lustful. He could not blame you for following your sole purpose.
That led you to now.
The lights were bright against the dark shadows, the smell of sweat, alcohol and sex familiar to you as you danced in the crowd. You were having the time of your life, grinding against random men and women, kissing in dark corners and participating in body shots.
Then, you saw it.
A raven, watching you from the window, flying away when it knew you caught it.
Morpheus was close, then.
You sighed, and wormed your way out of the crowd, twisting around the bodies pressed together slowly. The cold night air struck your skin smoothly. You shivered slightly, perhaps it wasn't the best idea to wear a dress with a plunging v-line made from a flimsy fabric that barely covered the curve of your arse.
Too late now.
"Who are you, cause I know you're not Jessamy," Your voice was calm, light and uncaring, hiding the truth well.
The raven flew down, settling on the wall beside you awkwardly, not used to the wings, "I'm Matthew. How did you know I wasn't Jessamy."
You snorted, "Because she's dead," Then a fond smile slipped onto her face, "And because she wouldn't fly away when she'd been caught, she'd just stare you down, almost as intimidating as the king himself."
"I see," Matthew hummed, "You and she were close weren't you?"
Yes, you were.
Ignoring the burn in your eyes, you lifted your head to the twinkling sky, "He's coming for me, isn't he?"
He paused, "Yes..."
Your shoulders dropped, "Alright,"
And then you began to walk away.
"Hey! Where are you going!? If you run it'll just make it worse! The dreams don't want you to die! Not Merv or Gault or Lucienne or the brothers! They want you to live with them!" Matthew cried.
You laughed then, "It's not running when he already knows where I am. I just need to do something before I am punished."
The raven didn't respond but you felt his eyes on you as you called for a taxi, telling the driver the address to your luxurious flat.
When you finally got to said flat you almost flinched at the silence. You almost allowed yourself to break down into tears, everything you had done, learnt and lived for would be snatched away.
But you would not leave those you had come to leave wonder where you had gone.
Cathy would be the first, she always forgot to buy something at the shops and came knocking to see if you had it. Sam would be next, the cheeky bastard bored and asking you out for a good time. Amelia would be last. Oh, dear Amelia. She was your favourite, king and thoughtful but always ready to call you out on your bullshit.
Your hands shook as you wrote the letters someone would eventually find, pressing a kiss to each of them. You silently wished that they got everything and anything they wanted in life.
Then, your poured yourself a glass of wine and stared out the window, waiting.
And then, you felt it.
He was silent, pulling at your soul just like he always did as he appeared in your flat, presence as strong and dominating as you remembered it.
You swallowed harshly, this was it.
You forced yourself to turn.
The breath was knocked out of your throat at the sight of him.
Gods, you had forgotten just how glorious he looked.
Chizzled chin, alabaster skin that would look perfect covered in scratches and hickeys, silver eyes so deep you could see the universe in them. he was demanding as a king should be but you noticed a difference. He had changed somehow...well-hidden was the haunted look in his eyes, the tenseness of his body and the quiver of his soul.
Your heart lept in your chest, wanting nothing more than to comfort as you did so many aeons before. When no one could see him and he could allow himself to relax with one of his oldest creations. When he was willing to rest his head in the crook of your neck and reveal his true feelings.
You spoke first, more of a whisper, really, "Morpheus."
His name felt heavenly on your tongue.
"Y/n," He murmured in response, voice deep and raspy, it rumbled with thunder and the heaviness of stars.
The silence was imposing. You couldn't bare it.
"Are you...?" You couldn't get the question out, your lips wouldn't let you, "How is the Dreaming?"
How is the Dreaming? How is Lucienne? How are you?
You knew he caught onto the silent message in your words, he always did, "The Dreaming is well. As you know I was gone for a long time but I have returned, stronger than I have been in aeons."
Your heart hammered against your chest, "I suppose I won't be getting a quick punishment, then."
He stilled, staring at you.
Then his eyes shifted to the side.
You followed his gaze. He was staring at the pictures on the wall, honouring the two people you had loved most.
This was going to make him angry.
Oh well.
You sighed gently, "That woman was called Eliza, we had a good relationship in the eighties before she realised I didn't age. The man was called Charles, I nearly married him. but..."
"But what?" He questioned sharply.
"But he wasn't you," You told him simply.
You were not ashamed, you would never be.
You loved Dream of the Endless.
But many had loved Morpheus and none had ever survived the flame of his passion or the fires that came with wounding his heart.
He did not respond, as prideful as ever. Not even bothering to acknowledge your confession or what happened the last time you were together.
Your lips prickled at the thought, they missed his lips on theirs.
You scoffed, "Why are you asking me questions? Is this some kind of scare tactic, to get me scared before you punish me?" You hissed, "Just fucking kill me."
His eyes darkened at the thought.
This was it.
Then he said something that shocked you to your very core.
"You are frightened of me," His words confused you.
Then a hollow laugh escaped your lips, "Of course I am! I know what happens to those who defy you. I know the fate that awaits me!"
"No. You do not," He didn't yell but it felt like he did.
You froze. At first, you thought your min was consoling you before you end or that it had already come. But it hadn't and you weren't dead.
Morpheus stared at you from the other side of the room, goldy features glimmering in the moonlight as he studied you intently. A shiver ran down your spine at his predatory gaze, arousal whispering in the back of your mind.
Gods, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him until his mark was all that was left on your lips.
"You're not going to kill me?" You gasped, carefully.
He nodded, "No. I will not do anything to you."
An elated laugh escaped your mouth, almost hysterical. Soul reeling in surprise. You sipped the rest of your wine, a smirk on your face as you sashayed forward, "When I am going to celebrate by having sex with the biggest orgy I can find."
You passed Dream.
His hand latched onto your wrist, firm as he forced you to still.
His words almost came out as a growl, "No."
"Here we go," You muttered, you were definitely treading down the wrong path but Dream had made you impulsive and who were you if not his greatest creation?
He stared down at you, gaze so heated you felt it in your chest, "I will not have you pleasuring mortals."
You glowered, "I'm being lustful. One second you're angry at me for wanting something more and the next your angry at me for doing what I was made to."
Morpheus' grip on your wrist loosened, only to tighten again as he spoke, "I am not angry at you. But I will not have mortals indulging themselves in all that is you."
"Why? Because I am nothing but a dream?" You snapped.
His gaze was piercing, words even more so, "Because you are my dream and mine alone.
You stared at him, wide-eyed. All words dying on your tongue.
"We will return to the Dreaming, "He told you not acknowledging his words.
You narrowed your eyes and wretched your arm from his grasp furiously, "No."
"No?" He spat.
Over a century had gone by and he was still surprised by how insolent you were. And by how strongly he reacted when you grew closer to him, the fabric of your dress seeming so easily tearable.
"No," You spoke firmly, "You can't just say that and brush it off. I won't let you."
Dream was quick to make your suspicion seem foolish as he scoffed lightly, forcing an offended expression onto his face. He glowered down at you, "Dreams should not indulge themselves with mortals. Your implication is wrong. You're wrong."
You huffed, daring to take a step closer, feeling the heat of his body welcoming you, "Really? Because I think..." You smiled slyly, feline eyes glinting, "You want to repeat what happened in the throne room. You want to grab my chin, kiss me so hard you leave bruises as you put your leg between mine, pressing closer and closer..."
You knew you were right. Not even the Dream Lord himself was immune to your powers. You felt it rippling off of him, waves of desire and want flowing over you deliciously. You wanted more.
He remained silent, glaring down at you as his nostrils flared, dark eyes shimmering dangerously. His jaw was clenched and his body tense, holding himself back.
He was Dream of the Endless, he would not be bested by one of his creations.
You grinned slyly, "You do..."
He glowered, "I am your king..."
"And a king deserves to be worshipped, does he not?"
You dropped to your knees.
Morpheus' chest heaved as he watched you, making no move to stop you, daring you, challenging you.
Well, the challenge was accepted.
Slowly, you trailed your hands up his legs, sliding them toward the buckle of his belt, never moving your eyes from his own. You paused for a moment, letting him take in the sight of you, kneeling before him, hands grasping his belt.
You were letting him decide if he wanted this.
He made no move to stop you.
You smirked.
Your hands made quick work of his belt, skilful as they moved swiftly. You relished in the clink of the metal clasp as it fell to the floor beside you, a sharp noise in the tense silence. Easily, you pulled down his slacks, a sultry look glimmering in your eyes.
He shivered against the cold of your nails as you gently scratched up his bare legs, teasing around the band of his underwear, tight around his quickly hardening dick.
You saw the look in his eyes, silently demanding you stop your teasing.
You obliged without hesitation.
Hooking your fingers around the band of his underwear you pulled it down, finally daring to break your gaze.
A sound you had no idea you could make slipped from your mouth, barely above a whisper as your eyes fixated on his dick. It was lengthy and thick, as dominating as the rest of him was.
You shivered in delight.
Slowly, you lifted your hand and glided it across his cock, memorised. A sound escaped Morpheus' lips and a fire ignited in your chest, you wanted to draw every sound he could possibly make out of him.
His eyes were dark, intense with want when you looked at him, containing to run your hand along his erection. You delighted in how his muscles spasmed, his entire body racing to your slightest touch.
If he reacted this way to your hand, how would he react to your mouth?
You needed to find out.
You refused to break eye contact as you opened your mouth slowly, lips parting delicately. You quickly guided his cock to your mouth, lips fitting around the tip smoothly.
Morpheus' hand gripped the marble counter, fixated on the way your lips wrapped so perfectly around him.
So very perfect.
You took more of him. Slowly swiping your tongue along the base of his length. He shivered against you, pressing further into you. You smirked, moving so that all of him was in your mouth. A quiet groan escaped his lips, pretty and pink.
You wanted more sounds, louder sounds.
You bobbed your head once, twice, before you only had the tip of him in your mouth, tongue swirling against it. He stared at you, wide-eyed, drunken on pleasure, waiting for you to move again.
But you wouldn't, you wanted to draw everything out of him.
He groaned softly, knowing so well what you wanted.
"More," He grunted, "Give me more, y/n."
You lifted away only to say, "Yes, my king."
And then you fit him into your mouth in one go.
Morpheus hissed.
Your pace was quick, tantalizing as your tongue ran along every sensitive part it could. You relished in the darkness in his eyes as he watched you take him so very well. The shakiness in his breath delighted you. The heave in his chest excited you.
Dream of the Endless was falling apart because of you and you alone.
One of his hands was gripping the counter, the other tense, unsure of where to go. Quickly, you grabbed it and guided it to your hair, staring up at Morpheus with a siren's eyes. And you were a siren, drawing him in, intoxicating him like you had been doing for aeons.
He let his hand rest there for a moment. Then you licked the underside of his dick and his hand tightened into a fist, yanking at your hair as he groaned, becoming breathless so very easily.
You moaned at the stinging sensation.
Morpheus gasped, whined, and bucked into your mouth.
His dark eyes shimmered, "Again."
You moaned around him again, and he bucked into you again.
You could see it, Morpheus was chasing his high, pleasure streaming strongly through his veins, desperation clawing at him for release. he was losing himself to pleasure, consumed by you.
You took your head away.
Morpheus' chest heaved, slight confusion breaking through the haze of desire. He did not dare say a word, waiting for you.
You smiled prettily.
"Do you want it?" You hummed, "My king."
A raspy groan escaped his throat, and his hand tightened its grip on your hair, hypnotized by all that was you.
Yes, the answer was.
He wanted it all.
He wanted you to pleasure him then he wanted to make you fall apart over and over again until you knew nothing but his name. Until it was the only thing you could say. Until your body only knew his touch.
He wanted your legs around him, whines falling free from your pretty mouth as he thrust into you, arms desperately clinging to his shoulders, gasping his name. Morpheus.
Fuck, he wanted that.
His voice was deep, intoxicating, as he yanked your hair, eyes dark, "I am your king and you will please me."
You shivered, he was ordering you.
"Yes sir," You were a dutiful subject and would give anything he so desired.
A sound akin to a growl tore from Morpheus' throat instantly. he bucked his hips, using you just how he wanted to, chasing his release. And, fuck, was he chasing it. He grew louder and louder, moans echoing in the quiet, making your core burn for him.
You bobbed your head fervently, desperate for your king to spill into your mouth, to still in his euphoria, sweat coating his skin. Gods, you wanted it.
"Yesyesyes..." He panted, midnight hair clinging to his forehead.
He was so close.
You groaned against him, eyes unable or willing to break contact.
The hand that had been gripping the counter come to your cheek, brushing against your brow as Morpheus gasped, "Keep going, my dream. Make your king cum. Make your king cum."
Oh, fuck.
His sharp breaths filled the air, almost overpowering the sound of your pretty lips sucking his cock.
Suddenly, he became breathless, the loudest groan you had ever heard flying from his lips.
And he was cumming. Hard. Harder than he ever had before.
his grip on your hair kept you from moving, not that you wanted to. You wanted every last drop, every part of him. Morpheus' head was thrown back, lips parted in a silent scream, eyes screwed closed.
Gently, your hands ran up and down his legs, slowly drawing him from his high.
His chest heaved again and slowly he looked down at you, eyes glimmering like blown stars. His grip on your hair loosened, his other hand tenderly stroking your temple. You leaned into it openly, you would always accept affection from him.
Slowly, you pulled away, letting his length fall from your mouth with a delicious pop, Dream following your every move. You refused to break eye contact as you swallowed.
His eyes widened, the hand tracing your face gliding toward your lips, silently demanding that you open them. You did so. A quiet gasp fell from his divine mouth, you had swallowed it all. His eyes shimmered.
"Did I please you, my king?" You questioned both teasingly and not.
And suddenly, Morpheus was yanking you up, not allowing you time to blink as were pressed against the cold, marble counter.
You barely had a chance to gasp before his lips were on yours.
You met him with equal desperation. Aeons of pining and a century apart mixing together. You had missed one another dearly, more so than either of you realised before now.
He bit your lip teasingly, tongue battling with yours for dominance that you easily gave up. It was easy to become undone for the King of Dreams and you'd do it whenever he wanted you to.
Your legs wrapped around his waist as you jumped onto the counter, pulling him flush against you as you continued to kiss his blushing lips, memorising his taste. Berries, just like the throne room.
You moaned into his mouth, one hand tangling itself in his soft hair and the other desperately gripping his shoulder, his very bare shoulder. You forced yourself to break the kiss for a mere moment and looked him up and down, all of his clothes were gone.
You felt him smirk against you.
You relished in it, whispering in his ear, "Now that's a trick I like. Clothes can be such a nuisance."
A raspy chuckle came from him, bright eyes dark, "Not in this case."
And then you felt his hands on your thighs, "Would you rather my fingers or my tongue?"
"Fuck..." You murmured, shivering, "I want both."
"Then you shall have both," He hummed and with startling ease, your underwear was ripped off and it went straight to your core, pulsing.
Teasingly, his fingers ran across your thighs, drawing closer and closer to the place you wanted him to touch you most. You arched into him, desperate.
A sly grin made its way onto his lips as he darted toward your neck, latching on with a fierce kiss. He'd litter your neck in marks, and the whole of creation would know you were his.
He did not allow a word to escape your lips, one of his fingers twirling around your clit and the other slipping into your soaked heat with ease.
"Morpheus!" You cried with a whine, bucking into his hand.
You felt him smirk against your skin and were suddenly reminded of your earlier thought. His moonlight skin would look even more delicious when it was covered in your marks.
You were quick to pepper kisses to his jaw than his neck and when you came to his ear you got a very interesting reaction indeed.
He tensed, a gasp escaping his lips.
You didn't hesitate to bite it, kissing it teasingly.
Morpheus retaliated. Another finger drove into you, curling and twisting so perfectly you could already feel your high call on the horizon.
And then, he pressed against that spot of nerves.
You moaned, gripping his hair tighter as your chest pressed flush against his, "There."
He lifted his head from your neck, eyes teasing as he pressed against that spot once more, watching in fascination as you whined, "There?"
He pressed against it again.
You cried out, "Yes! Right fucking there!" Your forehead fell against his, "You're going to make me cum."
Suddenly, he stopped. You gasped in upset.
He gazed at you, wonder-struck, he had created you and yet all of these expressions were new to him. He wanted to see all of the expressions you could make.
He slowly pulled his fingers away and up to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them. You watched, hypnotized. He groaned quietly at the taste of you on his tongue, desperate to have more.
He wanted more.
He needed more.
And he dropped to his knees.
"Morpheus!" You gasped in surprise.
Dream of the Endless never kneeled for anyone.
Your hand came to grip his milky-white arm. It was wrong for a being such as him to kneel before one of his creations, a mere fragment of his power.
His eyes shimmered, taking a softer shine as he felt your emotions course through him.
Gently, he lifted your hand, staring up at you intently, "You are far more than my creation, y/n. Far more," His voice dropped, "Now, please don't stop me again."
You shivered, hands coming to grip the counter.
Morpheus smirked, "So good for me."
Then, he hiked your legs over his slender shoulders. And, fuck, his face was framed so perfectly in between them. Dark hair was swept across his forehead, dark eyes glittering brighter than the universe, and dark desire painted his lips.
The king didn't hesitate.
His tongue licked a strip along your folds and you gasped. Bloody hell. His mouth came to tease around your clit, sucking and slurping, eliciting sounds unknown to you from your lips. Your legs closed tighter around his head, forcing his face closer to your heat.
You felt him smirk against you and you shivered. Eyes seared in amusement. Oh, how he loved the way you fell apart for him.
Suddenly, he delved in.
Skillful was his tongue as it caressed you, licking every sensitive spot it could as your taste spilt down his chin. He could care less. He relished in it. To him, you were greater than anything else, he would never tire of you, he would want you for all eternity.
He could imagine it now, his tongue making you writhe on his thrown as he pleasured you. His tongue igniting something in you as you struggled to keep quiet in the halls. His tongue making you cry out as you cum over and over again on his bed.
Those thoughts fueled him. His tongue moved faster, the slurping noise so sinful growing deliciously louder.
You yelped in delight rutting against his face.
He rose a brow and his arm came up to hold your hips down, forcing you still for him. You whined at his pace, you had never felt euphoria as strong as this.
Morpheus was a god, greater than a god and he was yours.
You could feel your release coming.
"You're so good," You just managed to gasp, fixated on him, "So, so good. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum just for you, my king."
His eyes glinted.
He continued fervently. Whines spilt from your mouth like prayer as you grew further and further consumed by Morpheus. Fuck, the man knew how to use his tongue.
Your chest heaved, hands struggling to grip the counter as your body flooded with pleasure.
You were so close. So fucking close.
And then you were cumming.
The air was knocked out of you as your body shook with the strongest orgasm you had ever had. A broken whine fell from your lips as you fell apart against Morpheus, only aware of the delicious warmth of his body and the tantalizing chill of the counter.
The king, like a starving man, lapped up every drop of your release, almost cumming himself because of how divine you tasted on his tongue.
Softly, his hand came to clutch yours as he pulled you down from your high. Slowly, his tongue swirled around your heat, drawing you back into reality.
Through hooded eyes and a bleary mind, you gripped Morpheus' hand tighter, chest heaving as you stared down at him. His regal cheekbones glittered with the light of the moon, his eyes glimmered like galaxies, and his lips formed into a proud smirk as he admired his work.
A harsh kiss was pressed to your inner thigh, his teeth biting into your skin, marking you. You whined and a soft, caring kiss followed after.
"Come here...please..."You gasped breathlessly.
Morpheus followed your request without hesitation.
You sighed and your arms carefully came to wrap around his slender shoulders. He moved closer, the ridge of his nose brushing yours, gliding along your cheek as he swept some hair out of your face.
"I missed you," You whispered, almost hesitantly.
Morpheus' eyes fluttered closed, eyelashes like strands of the night sky as he murmured, "And I missed you," His forehead pressed against yours, "Come to the Dreaming with me."
It was a request, you realised. He was not ordering you.
"I will," You spoke softly.
Then you grinned mischievously, pressing closer to him.
Your lips found the shell of his ear, voice a tantalizing whisper, "Is that where you will have me?"
He shivered against you. Bright eyes darkening once more with lust, "I will have you everywhere. On my throne. Against the halls. In my chambers. But at this moment I cannot wait. I will have you here, now."
You giggled, "My bedroom's down the hall."
Morpheus smirked, hands coming down to tap your thighs, silently commanding you. You jumped up. His firm hands gripped your legs, pressing you as close to him as possible, groaning quietly in your ear.
And suddenly, it was impossible to be apart from him.
Your lips were acting fervently, pressing desperate kisses to his as he skilfully walked the two of you to your bed where he would ravish you entirely. Your lips attack his neck, playfully biting his ear as you sucked hickeys into his creamy white skin, the redness a beautiful contrast.
You were so consumed by kissing him and he, you, that neither of you realised you had made it to your bed. You fell onto it, Morpheus easily hovering over you with wonderous, intense eyes.
He looked godly. He looked perfect. He looked like your dream.
Your hand brushed his cheek, "You're beautiful."
His hand caught yours and he pressed the softest of kisses to your palm, "And you're enamouring."
Your heart fluttered. Your hands grasped his shoulders, slowly drifting along the curve of his collar-bones and then to the hardness of his chest.
He allowed you to feel him, slowly lowering himself to whisper, "I want your dress off, now."
"So demanding," You teased.
"I am a king," He rose a brow in response, hands easily gripping the hem of your dress and tugging it off your perfect body. As soon as your dream was thrown into a random corner, Dream's eyes darkened as he studied your body, entirely bare.
You smiled at his expression smugly, "You created all of this, Morpheus. Moulded me, shaped me, it's all yours."
"Yes, it is," He murmured, lips stealing a kiss from you, "And I will take it."
A fire burned in your stomach, igniting in your core as you stroked his length, hard once again. You lifted your head, lips brushing against his, "Then do it."
Morpheus' eyes darkened and with a speed only he possessed, your legs were hooked around his waist and he was hovering over you once more, caging you in his arms.
You shivered in delight.
He groaned lightly as one of his hands stroked his cock, easily lining it up with your burning heat, teasing you. You whined as his length ran across your folds, twirling around your clit, not yet filling you.
"Don't tease..." You gasped, desperate.
He smiled, amused, "Very well."
And the tip of his dick pressed into you.
You flung your head back, and a silent sound escaped your lips as your chest heaved. Fuck, if that's how his tip felt you couldn't wait to know what the rest of him felt like.
Your hands gripped the sheets, tight enough to tear them.
"Look at you," Morpheus' voice rumbled like lightning, "I've barely entered you and you're already a mess."
"Only for you," You mused, "Unless you would like me to tell you about my other--"
A whorish moan flood from your lips.
Your back arched.
Morpheus was inside. All of him.
A swear fell from his lips, an ancient language you know only faintly, and fuck, did it sound good. It was almost as good as how full you felt, how he stretched you so deliciously, how you fit him so fucking perfectly.
Morpheus' chest heaved as he reeled from the pleasure of having you squeeze around him, consuming him, taking him in a way no one else ever could.
Your hands flew to his shoulders, nails gripping his skin hard.
He shivered, fuck, he enjoyed that.
"Fuck me," Gasped, breathless, "Fuck me, Morpheus."
The god of a man chuckled above you, "Such a demanding little thing."
He didn't let you respond, bucking into you slowly, intensely.
You moaned, loudly.
"Now, now. You wouldn't want to disturb your neighbours, would you, my dream?" He ground against you, eyes glinting mischievously.
Your nails scratched up his back, eliciting a sound from him as you spoke, "I don't give two shits if they hear us, I just want you to fuck me."
"And I will," His voice was husky, deep with lust, "Until you know nothing but my name."
You didn't get a chance to respond to that. Dream's hips rutted deeply against yours, fucking into you perfectly. His thrusts were powerful, waves of pleasure shooting across you as he set his pace.
And fuck, it was brutal.
his body snapped against yours. Your headboard banged against the wall. You couldn't think of anything but him. He was relentless, fucking you so deeply the sound of slapping skin almost overpowered your moans.
You had never moaned so loud, body powerless against his body and will. You'd do whatever he wanted. Anything he wanted.
Morpheus' strong hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises and you welcomed his mark on you. Your nails scraped along his back. Tangled themselves in his hair as you whined and moaned.
"No other being can make you feel the I way do," He hissed in your ear, a king, as he hammered into you, "No other being will ever be able to have you the way I do. No one."
You nodded feverishly as his body rocked against yours, "No one. Only you. Only fucking you."
"That's right, my dream. My y/n," Morpheus moaned, gripping your legs tighter, pulling you closer, fucking you deeper.
You wanted to speak but words could not escape your mouth. Whines fell from your lips instead, loud and free as you arched your back.
He was too good. Dream was a passionate lover and you fucking loved it.
"Possessive," You just managed to gasp.
"Entirely," He smirked breathlessly.
You could feel your high storming toward you, faster than any orgasm before and you chased it. You bucked against him, somehow managing to match his impossibly animalistic pace as he fucked into roughly.
Your hands desperately clutched his shoulders.
He lowered his body, pressing it flush against yours as he groaned against your skin, "Are you going to cum, my dream? Are you going to cum with your king? Are you going to cum with me?"
Oh, fuck yes.
You frantically nodded your head, "Inside."
The thought of him leaving you now almost made you want to cry. You wanted him inside of you, wanted him to still against you as his cock twitched and he cummed.
Morpheus groaned, "As you wish."
You whined as loud as possible, body wrapped tightly around him as he fucked you. He filled you so deliciously, so perfectly. No one else could ever compare. You were almost screaming in pleasure now, consumed by your king.
You were on the verge, so very close.
"Morpheus," You whimpered.
Morpheus' head burrowed into the crook of your neck, lips flush against your skin as he panted a mantra, "Mine."
Your head pressed against his neck in response, lips brushing over the shell of his ear, "Yours. All fucking yours. Just like your mine."
He nodded erratically, barely able to collect a thought, drunken on the pleasure you gave him. So strong and unlike anything he had ever felt before, he was addicted.
His breaths were shallow, "Yours. All yours."
His hips canted against yours, both of you desperately chasing the releases that were riding toward you. He fucked you ferally, pace bruising and grips even more so, you loved it.
So close.
You pressed feverish kisses to his skin, gasping breathless breaths.
So, so close.
His face buried into your neck, moan wrenching from his lips.
And you shattered.
Your mouth opened into a scream of his name, "Morpheus!"
Your orgasm ripped through you. Stronger than anything before. Better than anything before. Morpheus' cum filled you as he nested deep within, groan filling the air.
You were floating, disconnected from reality, only aware of Morpheus and his touch.
Your chest heaved. Eyes wide, blurry. Mind dizzy with ecstasy. The delirium of desire easily consumes you.
Morpheus' voice rang deeply in your ear, "I have you, my dream. I have you, y/n."
And he did have you, body flush against yours, one hand still gripping your hip as the other reached forward, pulling your hair out of your face as he tenderly placed his forehead against yours.
Slowly, you opened your eyes, meeting his intense ones. They shone like creation, burned with passion and seared with something deeper. Something much deeper.
Your breath hitched.
The only sounds between you were your heavy breaths.
Morpheus pressed his forehead further against yours, nose and lips brushing against yours as he stared at you deeply.
His words were soft, slow, almost hesitant.
"I love you, y/n."
Your heart warmed, an uncontrollable smile spreading across your face.
You giggled lightly, "And it only took you almost all of existence to say it."
His pout was adorable.
Your hand came to cup his cheek, lips almost flush against his, "And I love you, Morpheus."
He pressed his lips to yours fervently, two souls separated no longer, finding their homes within each other, just like the fates decided it would be long ago. And Destiny, of course.
For the first time in a long time, Morpheus, the King of Dreams, Dream of the Endless was completely and utterly awake.
And he never wanted to be away from your side again.
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Maybe it’s because he’s been around in the games in butterfly form near Kirby long enough that he learned that move by watching Meta Knight? In Kirby’s Return To Dreamland, Meta Knight has a move identical to that, with the two slashes and the spin. The morpho butterfly appears in the start and end cutscenes in return to dreamland. Maybe he replicates Meta Knights sword because that’s just how he’s seen it done most often?
alright it's been 2 years, we need more theories about why morpho's sword turns into galaxia for this move
The first time I saw Fecto Elfilis I was like “woooow beautiful.” they have great music too, I even added it to my playlist. Oh look a butterfly. :)
Will make a human/gijinka version later to go with my human/gijinka version of Elfilin.
Gijinka Fecto Elfilis for my Gijinka Elfilin. I gave him pointe shoes.
Magolor: Looks like it's going rain.
Marx: WATERbout we do something inside?
Magolor: Like what?
Marx: I FILMore like watching a movie.
Magolor: I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T STOP WITH THESE PUNS I WILL JUMP!!!
Marx: I'm not FALLING for that one!
Magolor: *jumps off a bridge and lands in hell*
Magolor: Wh...where am I?
Morpho Knight: Well, HELLo there!
These were small sketches I did and forgot about so I just decided to give them color
UMM THESE ARE AMAZING???
Some paintings from a long time ago…………
The awful dad appears! He looks a lot like meta and the two share some mannerisms, but his personality is very different. My headcanon for his past was that he was banished from shiver star long ago for practicing forbidden magic. He was still a fairly decent/ normal guy at this point until he founded NME and experimented on himself. He used the shards of a long gone eldritch god to turn into one himself. Nightmare’s bitterness at being exiled slowly twisted his personality, and by the time the two sons his old self loved so dearly incubated fully, he was a monster. Morpho and Meta were doomed the day they emerged from the lab... Fun facts: -His human name had the initials N.M. He only remembers his first name, Nil. -Good dreams dampen his abilities, thus why he avoided dreamland for so long -He prefers Meta over Morpho, and still hopes that his “wayward” son will return to him. -Nightmare is torn by guilt deep within, namely over the treatment of his sons. A partial redemption could be possible if he works through his manipulative nature. -Game verse Nightmare treated his sons well physically and even got along with them sometimes, but his mind games still wreaked havoc. Anime verse... you don’t want to know. Anime meta is messed up because of him. -Customer service is in the game verse as well, he just stays at the company headquarters. Nightmare gives him migraines with his micromanaging and general eldritch shenanigans. -“Sir I know it calms you down but please stop tossing me into the 7th dimension when you’re angry. I don’t have time in my schedule to bleed from the ears and babble in arcane languages for three hours” -He hopes meta will become a proper eldritch god someday. He likes to terrify meta by sending letters telling him that his “eldritch puberty” is coming soon. -He’s a masterful manipulator and businessman Well, that’s all. I tried to humanize him a bit more without excusing his nastiness towards Morpho and Meta. Enjoy!
⚔️Morpho Butterfly and Galacta Knight⚔️